Light as a Feather

Light as a Feather

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7th grade. 12 years old. 69.8 lbs. Lucy is teased for being anorexia. Her mother died from cancer when Lucy was four. Ever since, she never liked to eat. Always skinny, always light. Now that she is twelve, her father married so she could have someone to talk to. A girl to talk to. They got married and he knew he had down the right thing because she smiled and ate a big meal. Then the honey moon came along. On there way home, the plane crashed. Everyone died. Just when Lucy was happy, she had to move in with her Aunt Patricia. She is so strict. Can Lucy take it, or will she starve to death?
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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